I confess I sometimes use Phantasmaphile as art therapy. A chilly, dreary day like today comes along, and I have no choice but to post an image like Michael Page's aptly named "Winter Heat," and give myself a shot in the arm. I may not be able to cloak myself in petalled veils of warmth right now, or walk on a carpet of vermillion flowers. But at least I can gaze upon this peculiar, exquisite painting and raise my inner temperature a degree or two. Bonus points for the stag cameo.